With pen and paper

I wrote a letter to S just this week. And when I was writing, I truly felt that we could really be friends. I felt I understood what he meant when he said he wanted to be friends, and not that we have to stop talking to each other. And I felt okay, good. She's probably coming back soon or maybe she's back already, and I kind of feel happy for him that he will see her again. I'm not a psycho. I'm not trying to be all I-have-compassion-I-forgive-you. It seems weird that it's as if I've gotten over this so fast, but it's a good thing, right? I mean, I finally figured out that we could be friends after all. But if he has changed his mind about it, I won't force this.

I'm impressed with myself! Gone are the times feeling lost, all those months, March April May June July. I'm not going to let my 2009 be a bad year, going to make it even better. Hello August! Nice to meet you!

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I was dragged up early this morning for one of those touring-exploring Sunday trips again. We haven't done this for a long time. It felt good to be down on Sembawang Road. There was no tall buildings. Just zooming pass green fields, green fields, and more green fields with Dandelions and Mimosa. The fresh morning breeze was refreshing.

I'll miss going out on Sunday trips.